A STARTLING EVENT Sometimes, the mere presence of a person in the room is sufficient to interrupt even sound repose.

At all events, whether it was the entrance of Fairfax, acting in some mysterious way upon Andy, or the light that streamed into the room, his slumber was disturbed, and his eyes opened just as the adventurer was retiring, with his supposed booty.
Our hero did not immediately take in the situation.

He was naturally a little bewildered, being just aroused from sleep, but in a short time the real state of the case dawned upon him.
"By the powers!" he said to himself, "it's that man that went to the museum with me! He saw my money, and he came in for it! I'll get up and see." Quietly and noiselessly he got out of bed, and, going to the chair, felt in his pockets, and so discovered the loss of the stuffed pocketbook.
Andy wanted to laugh, but forbore, lest the sound should be heard in the next room.
"It's a good joke on the dirty thafe!" said Andy, to himself.

"He's welcome to all the money, he's got--it won't carry him far, I'm thinkin'." Prudence suggested another thought.

When Fairfax found out the worthlessness of his booty, would he not come back and search for the real treasure?
"If he does, I'll fight him," thought Andy.
Still, he knew the conflict would be unequal, since the other was considerably his superior in strength.